Hey, hey, hey :D So, I don't really know what possessed me to write like this—as with most of my stories. But, yeah. Really, who can resist Dean's charm? Seriously. But, yeah. Thanks for reading :) And it would be awesome if you could review me, even just to tell me what you thought. Reviews make me happy ;)

Disclaimer: Really? Again? Okay, here goes. I don't own Supernatural. Seriously. If I did, there wouldn't be a plot... unless you count Jensen running around with his shirt off for four seasons. I thought not.

Sam Winchester couldn't believe what he was seeing. Here they were, at the skating rink—a special treat for Sam's thirteenth birthday—and, not five minutes into their session, his older brother, Dean, had already started making "friends".

"Dean!" he said loudly, skating unsteadily towards his brother, his hand hovering close to the metal rail fixed to the barrier surrounding the rink. "Help me, goddammit!"

"Not now, Sammy!" Dean hissed out of the corner of his mouth, eyes flickering between his graceless brother and a tall, giggling blonde he was now closing in on.

"It's Sam!" he snapped, but to no avail. Dean was no longer listening—he was chatting up the blonde. Sam sighed. Even on his birthday, Dean still refused to let his love of women subside. Not even for one freakin' afternoon. Sam had to hand it to him—some of the cheesy pick-up lines he used on his targets certainly would have made him snort with laughter if anyone else used them.

"Did it hurt?" Dean asked, leaning in towards the pretty girl, feigning interest. Sam was surprised Dean hadn't fallen over by this point—he was leaning in closer and closer, and if it were Sam, he certainly would have overbalanced by now.

"Did what hurt?" the blonde replied, looking a little confused.

"When you fell down from heaven," Dean grinned. Sam's eye involuntarily twitched. Again, only Dean could pull off such corny lines. The girl blushed a little and giggled again.

"You're funny," she said, leaning in as well so her shirt slid down the tiniest inch. "What's your name?"

"Dean," he said, winking. "Would you like to do a round with me? Around the rink, I mean."

She giggled, leaning forward even further. "Sure," she said breathily. "My name's Candy, by the way."

Sam snorted. Candy. "Lovely name." Dean flashed his pearly whites and snaked his arm around Candy's waist. "Dean and Candy. What a great pairing," Dean said as they took off around the rink, his arm still firmly gripping her waist. Sam wondered how he wasn't crashing right now.

Who cares? He thought. It's Dean. If he can act like the world's biggest douche and still get the girl, I doubt he'll be thwarted by ice.

Sam's thoughts were stopped in his tracks as he spotted Candy's friends, standing where she had just been, talking and giggling and, well, looking hot. Sam did his best to look graceful as he slid over to the group. He skidded to a stop next to the nearest girl—a brunette, wearing a short dress. She paused as he tried to steady himself. "Can I help you?"

"Uh..." Sam racked his brain for the first thing he could think of. Be cool, Sam. Play it like Dean does and you'll score the hot chick. "There's something wrong with my cell phone."

The brunette raised her eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Your—uh, your number isn't in it." Way to look like a tool, moron.

The girl snorted. "Nice, very nice," she giggled. "How old are? Ten?"

"What? No! I'm thir—fifteen," Sam lied.

"Uh huh. Sure. Hey, I see a couple of six-year-olds over there. Why don't you go and try out your charm on them?" The girl sniggered and skated away with her friends.

Dean grinned as he and Candy flew past him. Sam skated dejectedly to the other side of the rink and onto the carpet, where he sat down at his and Dean's booth. Candy and Dean joined him about five minutes later.

"Cake time!" Dean grinned. He plopped a large ice-cream cake on the table and sat down opposite to Sam, Candy squeezing in next to him.

"Oops," she giggled as she dipped her elbow in the top of the cake.

"Here, let me fix that," Dean chuckled. He scraped the offending ice-cream off Candy's tanned elbow and stuck his finger in Candy's mouth. Sam resisted the urge to vomit.

"Here you go, birthday boy," Dean grinned, plopping a large piece of cake on Sam's plate. "Eat up!"

"I'm not hungry," Sam muttered, not exactly keen to eat, mainly because of the gross PDA he had just seen, but also because of the fact that he wasn't exactly hellbent on tasting Candy's elbow.

"Your loss," Dean shrugged and continued to stick his finger in the cake and feed Candy. Sam sighed and shook his head.

"So, did you have fun?" Dean said as they walked out to the Impala, a serene look on his face and Candy's number in hand.

"How do you do it?" Sam muttered suddenly.

"Do what, lil' bro?"

"Get all the girls," Sam muttered dejectedly.

"Aw!" Dean laughed, punching Sam in the arm. "Don't worry, you'll start gettin' the chicks too, once you grow a couple inches and lose the baby fat."

"Good to know," Sam said, rolling his eyes. Next year, they were definitely skipping the skating rink. In fact, they were skipping anywhere that girls liked to go.

In fact, Sam was just gonna skip the parties until he had grown up enough to be as big of a tool as Dean...